Megumi Summoning Mahoraga

Clutching his shirt, I pull him closer, and he smirks, well aware of the effect he has on me. The wetness in my core intensifies with his touch. His overpowering scent and minty breath envelop me. Then he whispers, "Lyra if I slip my finger inside you, I swear you are dripping wet for me. And you say you hate me?" That is the breaking point. Summoning all my strength, I push him away forcefully, slipping out of his grasp. ........................ Lyra runs away when falsely accused of poisoning the Alpha Tristan. Pursued, she was rescued by Lycan king Kessler, who she realized was her mate. However, he had killed her parents, making her conflicted. To meet her uncle's demands, she pretends loyalty to the Lycan king but faces threats from the Alpha she fled from. The Alpha wants her dead. Her uncle insists on her having an heir with the Lycan king. The Lycan king refused to mate with her. Lyra's journey unfolds as she wrestles with these challenges – will she overcome them or succumb to the pressure?

In an attempt to summon a strong familiar, Rubisviel Fyaril, Witch of The Dark Forest, created a spell to bring forth an otherworldly entity only to end up summoning a Demon Prince with no memories of his past. She managed to convince the demon to leave however they parted after he gave her an oddly familiar kiss. When she finally thought that her life was going back to its witchy normality, her visitor returned only to claim that he's going to reside with her due to a master-servant curse that bound them on his summoning. Ruby was forced to live with a very flirtatious demon who seemed to want to bed her so she tried finding a way to break their curse. But what if his presence only attracts trouble? And what if he's actually part of the past she wanted to forget? Watch out little witch you're not the only one brewing evil in her pot. A Demon Queen you've once vanquished is rising from her grave to get back to you and when she does you better sharpen your weapons and kiss your demon for the long nights about to come.

My husband, Kenneth Welch, handed me divorce papers as a cruel gift for our 5th anniversary. He didn't need me anymore. For him, I had become quiet and submissive, but that wasn't enough. Lilly Sanders had no money, no name, and no power, so he threw me away like a toy he no longer wanted. He crushed my heart, but he also gave me something important—a new beginning. Once my heart was no longer his, it opened up for someone who offered me kindness—a mysterious billionaire named Darren. But how could I stay by his side when, after so many years of pretending, I no longer knew who I was? Summoning my courage, I opened up the letters my ex-husband had hidden from me, and I faced my true identity… Now Lilly Sanders no longer exists; Lillian Hayes has taken her place. I've returned to New York as the heiress of Hayes Global Group. I am powerful enough to squash those who harmed me, but I didn't come back only for revenge. I came back for love…

"Strip naked." He commands with an authoritative seductive voice. "Huh! Why?" I asked because his outburst is surprising. "Just..." His voice trailed, as he made his way closer to me. "I want to see you naked." He whispers. I swallowed my saliva hard, as I made my way further inside the suite. Summoning up the courage, I unzip my red gown, while allowing the gown to freely flow down until it touches the floor. He smirks devilishly at me "Touch yourself." He commands. **** Cornelia Jamarreon is a young lady who is diagnosed with stage three cancer. All she ever wanted was to get married before her time on Earth came to an end. Her boyfriend dumped her on her birthday, leaving her so devastated that she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger she knew nothing about. She awoke the next morning to discover that he had stolen her most valuable jewelry. 'Did I give my virginity to a thief?' She asked herself. "What would happen when Cornelia finally finds her Mister handsome? Will his family members accept her and her son?" "Will Cornelia live happily ever after, or will her cancer take her life?" Find out.....

"You are just like them, you are no different than your family," I say brimming with tears. "Rachel I’m sorry" He says walking over to me "No, don’t you dare come any closer to me. I hate you, Richie, I fucking hate you, Richard Maranzano" I yell summoning all the energy in me to stand up. I always wanted to know everything about the Maranzano family and now that I know, it hurts more than the memories did. Perhaps it’s because my whole life was a lie, or because I never was ready to know the truth or because my heart still beats for my mother’s killer. ——————————————————————————— Rachel green is a simple lady whose life evolves around, parties, one-night stands, and research. Mafia Research. Ten years ago, Rachel witnessed her mom being killed by the youngest Mafia king which is no doubt from the Maranzano family. For that, she hated Mafias but in particular, she hated the Maranzano family and had sworn to ruin the life of Richie Maranzano who she thinks shot her mom to her death grave. Richie Maranzano is every woman’s dream, well, except for Rachel Green. He is a no-nonsense boss, arrogant, and very ambitious. When Rachel became his secretary she tries to hide her hated towards him for a while but what happens when Richie suddenly walks up and proposes marriage to her?

EXCERPT: John freed himself from the security lashes in order to gain more access to Tom. He gripped his friend's waist, squeezing to emphasize how much he was willing to give up for this man. "I can touch you. We can touch. Touch me." Tom searched John's face with his eyes, the flush on his cheeks darkening and capturing John's attention once more. He could feel Tom's uncertainty as if it were a weighted net falling over them both to pin them in place. Summoning his courage, he stripped his tunic from his upper body and seized Tom's hand in his own. "Touch me. Please." John thought Tom was going to refuse until he used his free hand to reach out. SYNOPSIS: Refugees of a dead planet, the Zen are grateful the people of Earth are willing to offer them a new home. Executive Orders from the White House declare America a safe-haven for any of the shapeshifting aliens as long as they follow three basic rules: 1. Zen must take a human appearance. 2. Zen must register with human names at Social Services. 3. Zen must find paid work or volunteer to help their country. Two friends declare themselves "married" during their registration without realizing they are now legally bound to one another as a couple. Will New Americans John and Tom see their friendship turn into a romance or will they reject being accidentally married aliens?

Right after Ethan and I announced our mating ceremony, his childhood sweetheart from the pack, Sophia, came rushing back. And she flat-out demanded I go through a "bloodline trial." "Someone like you, a wolf outcast, you're definitely up to no good. You have to pass this month-long bloodline trial before our pack will accept your mating!" With Ethan basically giving them the nod, Sophia and her pack betas put me through hell. They deliberately messed with my moonlight alchemy circle, almost tore my mind apart. The backlash from the moon energy tortured me until I almost broke. My body felt like it was being ripped to shreds. They contaminated my sacred water potions. The choking fumes nearly suffocated me. The betas were cruel and vicious. "She's just a lone wolf anyway. If she dies, no pack will back her up." Then, Sophia stole the Moon Goddess sacred artifact my grandma left me—the Moon Alchemy Cauldron. She taunted me, all cocky. "If you've got the guts, try summoning the Moon Goddess's power on the blood moon night to take it back! Otherwise, I'll use your family's crappy old cauldron as a chamber pot!" I’ve had enough. I’m so sick of these ‘trials,’ and there’s no way in hell I’m mating with Ethan.

Princess Lyra Raven crest has always lived in the shadow of expectation, too weak to rule as an omega but the only buffer between her kingdom and her psychotic brother's tyranny. When the Great Council strips Kael of his birthright and names her heir, there is only one problem: the throne demands she marry an alpha, in accordance with ancient law. Then she scents him in the midst of a battle beneath the full moon, pine, winter storms, and clean dominant male. Her mate. Her salvation.Too bad he's Marcus Thornfield, the deadly alpha who's sworn to destroy her kin. Marcus has been hunting for years for the Raven crest prince who murdered his family. He never imagined that he'd find his destined omega among his enemies, her fragrance calling forth every possessive instinct he's tried to bury. She's supposed to be his revenge, not his weakness. But when Kael abducts Marcus in an attempt to force Lyra's hand, she must decide: save her mate and lose her kingdom, or claim her throne and watch the man she loves die. In a world where omegas are underappreciated and alphas rule by strength alone, Lyra will discover that sometimes the greatest power is not in reigning but in summoning the strength to reunite what was always meant to be apart. Because sometimes bonds are stronger than blood. Some loves are worth going to war for. And some omegas are going to change the world.

“Brent, please, I didnt cheat on you!” “Shut up!” Here I was begging a man who was a cheat himself— begging him to believe me and take him back. Despite the fact that he had been the one that cheated. But where had the compromising pictures come from? “I can't — I can't b-believe you're choosing your ex over me, Brent! I'm your wife! Your wife!” “Not only have you ruined my reputation, you have ruined my family's name as well. I wish I can erase you and everything we have together from my memories,” he growled at me. “You'll pay for what you've done, Priscilla. I promise you.” “Brent, you have to believe me,” I wept, summoning up the courage to clutch at his arm but he snatched it away from me, making me fall back violently against the table. He produced a set of papers and a pen and slammed them down onto he table. “Divorce papers. I want them signed. Now.” ***************** Sent packing by her husband when she was two months pregnant, Priscilla Sinclair had no one to turn to so she buried herself in her work. Six years later, she met the father of her children who wants her and his kids back. Could there be a chance for him in her life again?

"Why are you having such an effect on me, Diane?" His deep, husky voice and warm minty breath on the tip of my nose made me unable to stand tall before him like I used to. "Diane, don't look at me that way. Don't make me feel like I'm the only one consumed by this burning desire," he said breathlessly. I nervously blinked away my anxiety. "Have some decency; it's your wedding night with my sister." Summoning all the courage I could muster, I uttered those heartbreaking words. "I don't want her - she's just my mate. What I want is you," he said as he moved even closer to me, his eyes darkening with lust. He pulled me in and pressed his hard chest against mine. "I can't give you what you want." "You don't have to - I'm taking it now," he said as he embraced me with his strong arms. Gina is the last of the scarlet witches and destined for the Lycan Alpha; Diane is her half-sister who hasn't been blessed with this kinship but won't take no for an answer either. Gina has been stripped of her identity and place as a destined mate for the Lycan king and Luna of their race. Gina is robbed of her identity and position as the Lycan's king's mate and the Luna of the Lycan and werewolves race. Will Gina ever reveal her identity to Cain as his true Luna or will she continue to let her sister be with him knowing her heart is at stake?